I’m not talking about that curve. You’re already doing your best to flatten it like a foul, fetid pancake. I’m talking about the creature that breaks the curve for all others.
“Happy Friday.” It feels almost sacrilegious to say it. But I’m convinced the real sacrilege right now is not to say it.
Hello, dear Tabby’s Place friends! It’s been too long.
We have met the fools, and the fools are us. Which, incidentally, would be a great name for a new store to occupy the old Toys ‘R Us locations.
Call the New York Times. I have a hot news tip. It seems not every day is going to be the same.
You and I and your congressman and Lady Gaga all want to know how long the pandemic will last. How long until we can hug, and frolic, and stand within six feet of one another? How long until we can shake hands, pass the peace, pass a Werther’s Original to Grandpa, pass a day without […]
Tell me true, kittens: have you hit a day yet? Have you suddenly, innocently, inexplicably found yourself shook and shattered and shaken from all the shelters you’d fashioned for yourself in the time of pandemic? Me, too. Also Talena.
Buongiorno, kittens. Just when your patience for my prattle might be wearing thin, I’m thrilled to present you with a grand surprise: an update on Tabby’s Place alumnus Inigo Montoya.
How are you holding up, kittens? Are you seeking the good? Are you finding sparks of light? Are you running down the street in your pajamas howling while clutching your favorite cat and your last roll of toilet paper and screaming “KENNNNNNNY ROOOOGGGERS!” Or are you a little of all the above?
It’s my earnest hope that you’re finding inspiration in all manner of windows right now.